I’m in a very large building. There’s a long line of people to get in and I go to the front of the line where there’s a black woman, very nicely dressed. She has a beige purse and I walk up and start pulling things out of it while telling her that the line will go faster if you have the large metallic things out of the purse and ready to be scanned. She looks at me incredulously like, “How can you be going thru my purse?” She says a few things to me to that affect and I apologize. I say that I don’t know what came over me and walk away.
Thoughts: Reminds me of saying something to the choir about their ending of a song at church. I thought that it wasn’t my place and I didn’t want to say anything but Corky saw me with a funny expression on my face.
Tags: black woman, purse
